Lemons into lemonade... That's what they tell me. It's so hard to make lemonade When your wrists want to bleed. The juice stings my flesh And I just want to end. The scars remain on my flesh A reminder of my friend. Pain is the only one I can tell Nothing else is real. Other people will spill and tell The secret of how I feel.
Lemons into lamentation That's all I have today- Nothing but hopeless lamentation- Until life stops dumping lemons on my tray.
Some times life gives you lemons Sour , which trouble your sensitive tongue The sourness goes down the throat And leaves it's imprint behind.
But what life also teaches us after every lemon Is that you can always drive it away Mix the sour with sweet And it pleases the tongue that way. So isn't it all about finding the right flavour Something you can savour.
So next time life gives you lemons Look for ingredients that will dilute it's pain And then enjoy the lemon that way.